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As I said in another post, conversations I have with people (and sometimes the people themselves), inspire me to write poetry. When I had the good fortune of meeting…
As I said in another post, conversations I have with people (and sometimes the people themselves), inspire me to write poetry. When I had the good fortune of meeting…
Christmas 2020: I made this video comprising pics of mom and me during the festive season at her big red brick house on the hill in 2008. I was…
The first time it was clear to me that I was not part of my own family was the summer of 2005, six months after Bobby and I had…
This post was originally written and first published in May 2013. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Amazing grace. The words “lost and found” always make me think of amazing grace. Not of…
Yesterday just after sunset the horizon was mix of black and blue, silhouetted trees, fading light and the promise of tomorrow. Last night the moon shone through my window and…
Of these four, which one doesn’t fit: rug, egg, drum, sex? I remember the question. I remember the answer. But I’ll be damned if I remember the rest of the…
Here’s a short (about three-minutes) video I put together for the What I See project:
In the summer of 2012, I was cracking up (not in a good way). I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. Often. And intensely. Things…
Life breaks my heart. There it is land-sliding Down my lover’s shoulders When we discover death in the backyard. Life dissolves my heart. There it is flowing in the river Of…
I write. I write a play. A book. A blog post. A dozen blog posts. Hundreds of blog posts. Articles and particles, bits and pieces, nuts and bolts. A lifetime. I…